Unleashed

Chapter Thirteen: Riding Ryker

Authors note: This chapter contains extreme sexual content. Be ready, freddy. ;)

Emma Riley

Lakeside Apartments

I misheard him. I must have. He couldn't have said what I thought he just said. "Huh?!" I stood there staring at him with my mouth hung open. I couldn't decide if I was crazy, or he was. Maybe both?

His eyes widened in fake confusion. He was really trying to look innocent. "I asked you if you wanted coffee or orange juice." He smiled one of his million dollar smiles.

"Ryker! You know I wasn't talking about that!" I rolled my eyes. "That being said..my answer will always be coffee." I added, sitting myself back down. I felt incredibly lightheaded.

He strolled over to the cupboards and began to search for the cups until he found them. While he poured a cup of coffee in the empty cup, I began to lose my patience.

"Ryker..tell me you were joking. About the rent thing." I was practically begging him to give me a straight answer.

He walked back to the table with a cup of coffee in one hand and a bottle of creamer in the other. He set it down in front of me before speaking. "Your face is telling me to say I was joking. So..I guess I was joking."

He may have said he was joking, but the smirk on his face told me he wasn't. Before I could respond though, I was distracted by the creamer.

"You..remembered I like creamer with my coffee." I observed. There was something about him remembering a little detail like that I found really sweet.

His grin was very mischevious and his tone was playful. "Coffee with you tends to be a very..memorable event." He shamelessly looked me up and down, something in his eyes changing.

I soon realized he was referring to when I broke the coffee cup and damn near flashed him, and my whole face flushed hot. Only Ryker Fox could take a sweet, innocent moment and turn it into 'boobs.'

I tried and failed to act casual as I avoided his staring eyes and poured some of the creamer in my coffee.

"Hold on to that coffee cup real tight, Miss Riley." He said sarcastically. "Although..hypothetically, if you maybe wanted to skip the breaking the coffee cup part and just show me your tits, I'm okay with that." He laughed like he was joking, but I was pretty sure he wasn't.

"Stop distracting me from the subject." I still avoided eye contact with him, trying to keep myself focused.

"What do you mean you paid my rent for the rest of the year?!" I asked as plainly as I could, tired of him circling around the subject.

Just then Gina  walked in, looking half-dead. Gina is a person who takes a lot of pride in her appearance, and she almost always looks very put together, and gorgeous. 

This morning, she was in too baggy for her flannel pants, an old looking faded t-shirt, and her hair looked like something had made a nest in there.

"And you claim that I'm the one who can't hold their liquor." I said sarcastically, taking in her appearance.

Gina  rolled her eyes at me and flipped me off, before staggering over to the coffee pot. "What was that about someone paying rent?"